Fellowship’s resident creative genius, Kirk Jordan, wrote the following poem in to help us gras the importance of Christ’s Resurrection this Easter. Enjoy…
If Christ be not raised
Our preaching is futileYour faith is a sham.
We spin elaborate tails,
and pin’em on God …
Indeed, If Christ be not raised
Everyone in this room, is given to a vast corporate delusion
A grand collusion.
Ken is spinning stories for our physiological needs
And every song we sing, is a exercise in auditory self stimulation.
And that (Easter) hat you are wearing ….that hat is a decadent celebration of your own glory.
If Christ be not raisedthen the boldly proclaimed approval by God, of the life, ministry and sacrifice of Christ is vanquished.
We are left with the rantings
of a celibate carpenter who who said “I AM”
but now lies with Abraham in the dust.
Children, Trumpet those prayers,
Give your alms before men,
thengrab you OoziesThe Price of Peace was killed in war
And we are left fanning the pale Judaism of Larry King.
If Christ be not raised
We are covered in sin,
My fornicating heart remains my fornicating heart, with no surgeon in sight
You dear woman, are covered in your bitterness and rage, You dear son play violent games
You dear sis, are mincing vain
And we, dear taxpayers, are covered in dishonesty.
Have you seen You Tube recently
Remove the grace of a risen God
And watch us slather in depravity
Indeed, if Christ be not raised
Then the living are dying, and the dead are not raised
and those who have fallen asleep will never wake up.Your mother is dead, your child is dead,The vast host of saints and living legends are all dead, dead, very dead.
Eat drink and be merryFor tomorrow…we will go on living in the hearts of our teenage children… till they succumb to dementia. (Or, if you are wealthy, find your name living eternally, in the broken letters on a college dorm)
There is odd mathematics to this thing called death
Take any life, live it well, or live it – petal to the metal on the highway to hellFeed the poor, mow them downTrade is slaves, sink and ship and watch them drownOr….Win eight gold medals for your stroke
ThenMultiply the sum – Any sum –by zero
Life is short….Death is long.
And should the grave have final wordevery prospect of settling the argument
I had with my sister in the third grade is gone.
Finally, If Christ be not raised, then the curdling scream that rocks creationJust keeps on screaming….
Christ is raised.Christ the Lords is risen today…. Hallelujah
Behold, He is not here, he is risen
Behold…That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked upon, and our hands have handled
Behold, Every eye will see him, even those who pierced him
Because of the resurrection of Jesus from the Dead
everything is changed.
EVERYTHING is changed.
every atom bears different hue
Our words, delivered in the force of the Holy Spirit
Are true And transforming
Your faith is living, anchored both in history
We are NOT given to futility
Even suffering has meaning.
Indeed, as Christ is raised, we believe
in the power of God to give life to the dead.
Think with me.
A Universe in which the dead are raised is fundamentally different than a universe in which the dead remain dead.
The grave says: Nothing really matters
Resurrection says: Everything matters.
Every word, every thing we think or do… has repercussions that echo down the halls of eternity.
But I tell you that anyone who is angry with his brother will be subject to judgment. …. But anyone who says, ‘You fool!’ will be in danger of the fire of hell.
Because of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ
we have confidence, that there is a covering for sin.
You, thieves and swindlers, You Greedy drunkard tax collecting male-prostitute homosexual offenders. You serial killers…You…self righteous, back biting gossips…
That is who some of us were.. Be we have been washed, even sanctified, by the name of Jesus and the power of the Holy Ghost.
Blessed are the Pure in Heart, for they shall see God.
I long to see my mom, who passed in the midst of physical flame.
And I will laugh when he calls me by secret name written on a rock
and man… there is a banquet coming.
If God, being God
Knows the hairs of our head
And If God, being God
In his love for us raised Christ for the dead
If God being God
knows how to do, everything he wants to do…
How much more shall he do it.
“Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them.
They will be his people,
and God himself will be with them and be their God.
He will wipe every tear from their eyes.
There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain,
for the old order of things has passed away.”